England! Awake! Awake! Awake!

By WILLIAM BLAKE (1757-1827)

England! awake! awake! awake!

Jerusalem thy Sister calls!

Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death?

And close her from thy ancient walls.

Thy hills & valleys felt her feet,

Gently upon their bosoms move:

Thy gates beheld sweet Zions ways;

Then was a time of joy and love.

And now the time returns again:

Our souls exult & London's towers,

Receive the Lamb of God to dwell

In Englands green & pleasant bowers.